Creeperia- The Beginning

I remember when I was just a small Creeper, barely out of my toddler ages, when the Humans invaded.

Creeperia was my home, it was a huge city thriving with Creeper life,biggest on the country. The second biggest was Ghastoria, the home of most Ghasts before they were all killed off from the Overworld, before they returned to the Nether.

They came in these small ships first. Small, red, and like nothing anybody had ever seen before. They targeted Ghastoria first, the surviving Ghasts flew to Creeperia, where we set up the defenses. Unfortunately, we were too late. More of the red and white ships arrived, with even bigger ships, nearly as long as the Towers which were 110 stories high. They hovered over the edge of the lake, this weird things that were in our bedtime stories. The rest I remember was the fire, a gap of a day is in my mind.

Blazes had come to help, there was war everywhere. My mother sent me to the Sewers, a place where only the poor and the unwanted go. From that time onwards the only time I came out of the sewers was when I didn't know what had happen to the City.

The whole city hadn't been destroyed, but it had been taken over. Humans patrolled the streets, some with odd objects in their hand, they looked like guns. Wearing beige armour they turned around, a Creeper skin was on their back, they wore it like they had just won the best thing they could show off. From that day onwards I stuck down in the Sewers, slowly adjusting to the darkness and how everything worked.

That was until I found a way out.